Pregnancy

For some odd reason, I was so excited to be pregnant this time around. Of course majority of my excitement was just the baby in itself, but another part of me was excited to go through the whole being pregnant process again ie: growing abdomen, kicking baby, etc. I thought I had really enjoyed being pregnant when I was pregnant with Parker, but I now remember that was a lie.

It's funny that after only 2 1/2 years a person can convince herself that all that stretching and pain wasn't so bad. I guess it's like being sick. You don't realize how miserable you feel when you're sick until you're experiencing it again.

Please, don't get me wrong. I know I'm blessed to be able to get pregnant and I fully appreciate the gift God is giving to me. I'm in no way saying that this isn't all worth it in the end, because I know it is. All I'm doing is complaining because this week has been especially bad due to my pregnancy symptoms.

First off, my hormones are making me a crazy lady. I get mad for little or no reason, which is followed up by wanting to burst into tears. I know it's my hormones, but poor Dale has got to be wondering what is wrong with me. I know you can tell a man that hormones are the cause of something, but I don't really think they understand it in the slightest.

Secondly, my spidey senses have really kicked in. My sense of smell is on steroids, being touched makes me want to crawl inside out, and my taste buds are being ridiculous. Of course, my hearing is sensitive, but that's nothing new for me, so that doesn't count. The only thing that hasn't gotten more sensitive on me are my eyes, which seem to be getting worse.

Last is a laundry list of more minor complaints. I've gotten heartburn for the first time in my life. I can't seem to eat chicken anymore. My abdomen and back are already killing me. I'm broken out like I'm in junior high. And last, I have to wake up multiple times a night to pee.

I've got a long way to go in the next 24 weeks, and I know it's going to get worse before it gets better. I just need to embrace the good parts and look forward to actually having my baby in my arms. Then I guess I'll remember how unfun it is to have an actual crying, pooping baby. Oh well, I'll worry about that when the time comes.